Art

I can't remember if I've posted this before or not, but I came across it again today and decided to post it [again].

Written for Kyleman.

A face coming closer through the
crowd
one that I've seen before,
known,
kissed and caressed [tenderly,
and greedily like a palette
knife against
canvas].

Relief washes like ink
through
me when you enter my
atmosphere -
a direct line [India ink smudged
by chalky fingertips across
a page]
from me to you

pulling, wanting,
smiling with a smirk
that paints hearts
cherry red [thick kisses made
with oil - the kind that take
days
to scrub off]

when you place your
hand on
me
[when the subject
returns the artist's
love, it buzzes through
the mind like a
mineral spirit high], gently

resting each finger
smoothly along the grain
of my skin [the way you
feel marble
in its loveliness]. Those same
digits take
mine [paint against skin never
felt as good as
this] let me take
them home

SART

This morning due to scheduling difficulties, I had to drop my semi-beloved drawing II class in the fall for extended practices III [a course I had wanted to do anyways but it was in the same time period of drawing II] because after mum pointed out that I needed a certain amount of 4th year studio classes, drawing II did not make the cut anymore. Sigh.

On a funnier note, Saturday night was my dear friend Jon's birthday and was spent in a small pub listening to some amazingly great music - except I can't remember the band's name, it was either The Fuzz or The Chasers; one guy in the band was wearing a shirt with one name and another was wearing a shirt with the other name - and since Kyleman was dd I allowed myself to get a wee bit....drunk. I must give props to Kyleman considering I always get a wee bit peeved at him whenever he gets drunk enough to vomit, but he kept his mouth pretty much closed and even carried me up his front steps. This is one of the many reasons why I love him so ridiculously much.


On a present day note, today I'm going up to a lake resort with my father's girlfriend and her three daughter's to hang around the pool [the lake really isn't that great for swimming, just fishing] and hopefully get a tan that won't turn into a burn and to finally show off my new tattoo without telling people to "look at my new tattoo!"

Yeah, it got tiring even for me.

I haven't listened to your voice in a very long time.

I haven't been able to wear my contact lenses in a while, a long while, the longest while in a while, because everytime I've worn them since I ordered new ones have made my eyes quite red and depending on the day itchy, or make it seem like there's a cataract in my left eye. Quite annoying. I thought things had been going quite well with them this evening, Kyleman even commented on my wearing them and how cute I was, until I took them out and my left eye started redding up. Very annoying.

Anyways, have become completely addicted to the Sims again, which I have been told by a friend is the most useless game in the world which is true but also makes me wonder...has he ever played it himself? [Speaking of this friend, I'm going to take a minute to pimp out his radio show which I listening to right now: go to cfru.ca, stream 2, and listen to Andrew T and the Dynamo Elite which plays pretty rad music every Tuesday night 10-12pm EST. Check out his facebook fan page if you don't believe me.] However, the Sims is totally addicting if you've ever been the "I-Want-To-Be-God" type. Which I sort of am. But not really. I think it's more because I am, by nature, an art kid and have been told on multiple occasions by a prof. who fulfills the stereotype completely that artists have addictive personalities.

True story. She told us on atleast 8 different occasions [and showed pictures!] this one project done by a student who owned only one dvd: Doctor Strangelove and took every single scene in the movie and recreated them with inanimate objects around his house. If you've never seen Doctor Strangelove, go rent it, download it, do SOMETHING to get it and watch it while paying attention to every time the camera changes angles, because everytime it does, this kid made a new set.

If that isn't obessive, I don't know what is.

paper drawings

I've realized, after choosing that entry title, that I have not been drawing enough, or for that matter, art in general enough. It's sad, but not really part of this story.

This is my story for the day:

A minute after climbing into the shower at Kyleman's house, I realized I still had my heart necklace that Kyle got me for Valentine's Day on - something I've been attempting not to get wet. GASPING, I took it off quickly and reached out to place and dry it in the towel I had placed on the toilet lid.

Now, I've always been taught to turn the fan on while showering [especially after one steamy bath I had which, when I opened the door, set off the fire alarm!] but Kyle does not [no matter how many times I try to tell him he should] and so I've stopped bothering to turn it on at his house. Today I was very thankful for it because when I pulled back the shower curtain after wards the steam was so thick, the sunlight shining through the window seemed twice as lovely and like a 3d beam - pointing down directly onto my necklace, glittering away.

It made me really happy.